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Courtesy of www.pinkflamingo.com From Sinister Strangers by Paul Moore Copyright 2002, all rights reserved It was a ridiculous little toy, a parody of a whip, but Keri wasn't laughing. The bundle of thin suede strands were no more than six inches long, but Keri was shocked by their fierce sting when Sophie brought them snapping across her breast. Keri yelped, surprised by the unexpected assault. She had assumed until now that some parts of her body were too delicate for such punishment. She was dreadfully aware of just how unprotected her most tender places were. This whip presented frightful possibilities. Sophie laughed at the offended look on Keri's face. "Like it?" "It's horrible!" said Keri. "Please don't use it on me!" Sophie struck the other breast, watching with interest as Keri twisted against her restraints, as though she might roll over or pull an arm down to protect herself. Both maneuvers were quite impossible. All she did was set her body swaying like a windblown branch. Keri's tractioned arms stretched the skin of her breasts tight across her ribs, creating a condition of maximum presentation and minimum protection. Sophie took full advantage of the exposure. Keri was issuing hoarse barks of anguish by the time a dozen blows had landed. Sophie paused, taking hold of Keri's fleece again to steady her. "You will be noticing soon that the suede is slightly abrasive. The more I work on you, the more sensitized the skin becomes. You will be very tender soon." Keri yipped as the tongues lapped her nipple. "Wouldn't you rather have me eat your pussy, Mistress?" she asked hopefully. Her answer was another stroke, harder, on the other nipple. Keri shrieked, reacting more to frustration than pain. She wouldn't be seducing her way out of this torment. Sophie obviously wanted her to receive full measure. Keri couldn't bargain when all that she had was already given. "Maybe I should bone your butt instead," said Sophie. She was striking with just the tips of the thongs now. Keri's breasts were beginning to glow red from the rapid bites. Keri threw back her head with a low moan, riding it out. Hailstones she thought. A hard, sharp rain falling on me. Drifting, she murmured, "Maybe you should." A hand in her hair brought her back. Sophie glared into Keri's eyes, even as the whip in her other hand flailed on. "Don't go off on me," Sophie growled. "I want you to watch it all happening." Desperate as she was to end the maddening pain, Keri found herself transfixed, adoring this terrible beauty, fearing her power, sinking into a fever dream where anything was possible and everything might be endured. She began to beg Sophie, offering herself sexually in every way that she could imagine. Sophie laughed and suggested a few that were unimaginable. The whip whirred and snapped as Keri's frantic overtures became a mantra. "Please honor this humble slave's ass." Jane looked at the floor as she made her request, her expression remote, as though her lips had been assigned a task her mind preferred to reject. "Please fuck my tight little hole with your hard cock." Alan sat unmoving. The mask was implacable, but under it Alan grimaced. He was angry ith himself for falling so neatly into Miko's trap. Swept along by this adventure, he had allowed himself to be pushed on to this stage without a script. He had taken his marriage vows seriously until now, and had sort of therapy. Was this really any different though? Sooner or later he would have to understand the passion that drove his wife, even learn to partake of it, and he would never find a better school than this. He would in all probability never see this woman again. Whatever they shared would never leave this room. His body might stray, but his heart could not. The slave's voice seemed earnest, though her eyes strove to deliver messages her lips dared not speak. Alan wondered what terrible price she would pay if he refused her. She shut her deceitful eyes tightly, so that there could be no question about her sincerity. "Please fuck my ass." "Very well," he said, wondering if a more formal response was expected. His assent was all that Miko needed. She took the slave by the hair and dragged her to a pillory. "Just let me warm her up a bit first." Miko spoke to Alan over her shoulder as she lowered the girl's head into the open jaws. Jane was apparently familiar with the device. She placed her wrists in the semi-circles of the yoke beside her neck without waiting to be told. Miko closed it carefully, sliding Jane's steel collar up under her chin to keep it out of the way. The fit was snug, and she didn't want to cause any injury to Jane's spine or fragile wrists by slamming it down. She slipped a pin through the hasp to lock it. "Watch this." Miko grinned at Alan as she worked a lever on the side of the device. The support shafts were really a pair of hydraulic pistons. Miko could easily control the pressure to raise and lower it. Demonstrating, she lifted Jane up on her toes. The strain on the slave was evident. Jane shoulders. Alan was about to protest when Miko laughed and reversed the lever. With a hiss, the yoke descended, first to a more comfortable position, then lower, until Jane was forced to spread her legs and bend her knees to stay with it. "I call this the quarterback crouch," said Miko. might have. The flesh over her hips was stretched tight by this position. Her bottom was upthrust and widely split, making an obscene offering of her holes. The tension in her thighs would render any corporeal punishment doubly painful. When Miko picked up a broad leather strap, Alan realized that corporeal punishment was exactly what she had in mind. "Now for some." ".Real fun" Keri's breasts bristled with bright plastic clothespins. Sophie had sorted them by color as she worked, red on the left breast and blue on the right. The pattern on each was the same, a ring around the perimeter and one clip on each nipple. Keri had whined as each new clip gripped another pleat of her already reddened skin. Each pair of jaws nipping at her had multiplied the pain. She could look down at herself and watch the forest grow, finding the sight repellant and the process mesmerizing. Sophie had finished one side before beginning on the other, so that Keri would know exactly what to anticipate. Sophie stepped back to admire her work, picking up the little cat again. awkward now. The strands of the whip would snare and tangle on the clips. her pussy. "Stop whining!" Sophie snarled. "Learn to." ".Enjoy it!" Miko punctuated her command with another hard strike. The slave girl's ass, already bruised from a week of repeated abuse, was a glowing ball of pain. Her cries had become desperate pleas. She was blubbering incoherently. Her face was red and tear streaked. Miko paused. For all its fetish value, the leather catsuit was too hot and confining for performing such hard labor. She stripped it off impatiently and threw it into a corner of the room. Her amber skin was glossy. She toweled the sweat off her face. As an afterthought, she ran the towel over Jane's face as well. The consideration seemed to calm the slave. Miko she studied her victim's reactions. "The lady who will be your wet nurse is an old friend of mine. I know all of her favorite games. Starting tomorrow I'll teach them to you. You're going to learn capacity and control you didn't know you had. You're going to learn how to milk a cock with both ends. You can start training for that now, unless I decide to find a cane and really go to work." Jane coughed the sobs out of her voice and quavered. "Please, fuck me now! Please! I really need to feel you in my ass." Alan couldn't tell if she was begging because she was genuinely aroused, or 's implements. This woman was either desperately eager to receive him or a convincing actress. The cane that Miko began swishing experimentally into the air, testing for the best point of balance, provided good reason to beg convincingly. Alan was certainly ready, at least part of him was. Under the steady blows, corpse. Her unbound feet had remained flat on the floor, and he could only kick. Instead she had moved her hips in rhythm with the whip, rising up to meet it when Miko commanded it, then jerking away from the impacts as they fell. Any guilt he might have felt over her suffering was quickly rationalized. She had asked for it, after all. Keri was likely to be in a similar situation right now. He wondered if she was also this lewd in her distress. He rose from his chair and circled around to see the girl's face. She directed her begging to him, as though he were the lover she had long missed- or the only means to deliver her from Miko's cane. Miko caught Alan's eye and winked. "I think he won't mind waiting just a bit longer. The show is just getting interesting." Alan, dazed, caught himself nodding back, knowing that he had just passed sentence on the girl. He told himself that the slave was only getting what she had asked for earlier. She should be cheated of nothing. Miko grinned down at Alan's erection. "Necessity is a mother." She pulled her boots back on and picked up the cane. www.pinkflamingo.com


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